Russia shook violently, the gun pushing gently against his pale hair. It felt heavier in his twitching hand then he thought it should. His smile was wide and, his eyes were bright as the tears streamed freely down his face. The other nation stood across from him, talking quickly and saying things that Russia thought must have been meant to comfort him. All that Ivan could think was how funny it was that America would try tho stop him when not too long ago, it was he who was pointing the gun at Russia. The idea made him laugh out loud before he could manage to stop himself.

"Please man, think of your people!" Alfred gasped. He was beginning to shake too.

Ivan's eye's dulled as he spoke up, "We do not forget the wounds that we have survived. We can never forget the pain we have caused, the pain forced on us. It is a burden young friend, a burden that only continues to grow until at last we disappear under it's weight. I am ready to disappear now. Remember me da?"

Alfred paled and took a tentative step forward, "Please, don't do this." he whispered, stretching his arms towards the stricken nation in front of him.

"Do svidaniya comrade." Russia's eye's slid closed, and the shaking stopped. He could hear Alfred's feet begin to move forward. It didn't matter, he probably wouldn't make it to him in time. With a heavy sigh Ivan let his finger begin to squeeze down on the trigger.

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Well, I may continue this, I'm really not sure yet if I should... And I'm sorry such a depressing story right off the bat! I really do love Russia-san! Also, I know, it's way too short, sorry sorry!